Locked in a struggle for the right combination of words in a melody lineI took a walk along the riverbank of my imaginationGolden clouds were shuffling the sunshine

But if I ever get back to the twentieth centuryGuess I'll have to pay off some debtsOpen the book of my vanishing memoryWith its catalogue of regretsStand up for the deeds I didAnd those I didn't doSit down, shut up, think abou GodAnd wait for the hour of my rescue

We don't mean to mess things upBut mess them up we doAnd then it's "Oh, I'm sorry"Here's a smiling photograph of love it was newAt a birthday party

Make a wish and close your eyes: surprise, surprise, surprise.

Early December, and brown as a sparrowFrost creeping over the pondI shoot a thought into the futureAnd it flies like an arrowThrough my lifetime, and beyond

If I ever come back as a tree, or a crowOr even the wind-blown dustFind me on the ancient road in the song when the wires are hushedHurry on and remember me, as I'll remember youFar above the golden clouds, the darkness vibrates

The earth is blue

And everything about it is a love songEverything about itEverything about it is a love songEverything about itEverything about it is a love song